Șoaptele inimii interzise (Whispers of the Forbidden Heart)

Chapter One

As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious.
The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere.
"Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late."
She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul.
"Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight."
Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.
"Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here."
Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated.
"I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here."
Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night."
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle.
Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
"Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight."
"Why?" Emily asked subconsciously.
Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up."
When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass.
In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.

Chapter Two

In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.

        Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.

        It was Draco.

        "Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.

        "How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.

        Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"

        The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.

        "Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.

        "You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."

        At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.

        "Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.

        Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."

        "The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.

        Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.

        Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."

        As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

        Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.

        "Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.

        Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.

        "Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.

        "Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."

        Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.

Chapter Three

Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.

        When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.

        The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.

        "She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.

        "I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."

        Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.

        "Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.

        The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.

        "I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"

        Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

        "Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.

        Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.

        She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"

        Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."

        Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.

        "So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.

        Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."

        Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.

        It was Draco.

        He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."

        Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."

        Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

        The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.

        Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."

        She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.

Chapter Four

As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.

        That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.

        "Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."

        Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."

        Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"

        Emily froze. "What do you mean?"

        "The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."

        A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.

        Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"

        The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.

        "Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.

        Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.

        Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."

        She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.

        As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.

        Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.

        Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.

        As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.

Chapter Five

The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.

        One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.

        'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'

        "Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."

        Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"

        Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."

        "What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.

        "There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."

        Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.

        "You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"

        Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"

        Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.

        "Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"

        She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."

        When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.

        "My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."

        Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."

        "She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."

        The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.

        "The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."

        As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.

        Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"

        But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.

        "It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."

        In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.

Republica Z.
Capitală, Hotel Royal.
Emily Young stătea întinsă pe patul moale de dimensiuni mari, amețită, când a simțit pe cineva deasupra ei, cu buzele fierbinți și limba plimbându-se pe pielea ei, făcând-o să tremure.
CdiBne e_sSte?
Cine a fost?
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În acest moment, a simțit o durere în gât, iar bărbatul de deasupra ei și-a deschis gura și a mușcat-o.
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Cu o durere în gât, el a mușcat-o.
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Și în următorii zece ani, a fost partenera lui.
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Ethan, întoarce-te, mă poți vedea când te întorci...
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În dimineața următoare.
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Sunt amețită, am băut prea mult noaptea trecută.
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Emily s-a așezat încet, corpul îi era rece, plapuma de mătase albă ca zăpada a alunecat în jos, s-a uitat în jos, frumoasele ei pupile albe și negre s-au micșorat.
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Noaptea trecută, părea să viseze la Ethan, Ethan o dorea.
Emily își strânse buza de jos cu dinții ei albi până când sângele se scurse, nedumerită cum de Ethan apăruse brusc, când lipsea de doi ani întregi!
Avea halucinații pentru că îi era atât de dor de el?
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Emily Young era palidă, inocența ei era pierdută! Intenționase să se lase pe mâna lui Ethan Blake!
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Emily a înghețat pentru o clipă: "Ce?"
S-a uitat bine la el, Ethan avea o față minunată, cu o sprânceană înaltă, un nas puternic și trăsături care păreau opera unui pictor, cu siguranță cel mai chipeș bărbat pe care Emily îl văzuse vreodată. Ochii lui erau adânci ca niște găuri negre, ca Ethan Blake cel dispărut din mintea ei.
Felul în care acei ochi o priveau o puse pe Emily în transă, dar curând își dădu seama cine era acest bărbat; Ethan dispăruse de doi ani, nu putea fi el.
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Întregul corp al lui Emily tremura de un amestec de rușine și furie.
A fost ea cea care a fugit în camera lui noaptea trecută? Nu avea cum să fie! Își amintea că se îmbătase la bar, cum ar fi putut să fugă singură în camera lui? Ce nu mersese bine la mijloc?
Emily era îngrijorată, dar a trebuit să strângă pumnii și să riposteze: "Eram beată aseară, chiar dacă am dormit din greșeală în patul tău, nu trebuia să profiți de pericolul oamenilor! Ești o scursură!"
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În subconștient, a făcut un pas înapoi, uitându-se la el cu precauție: "Nu veni aici! Ce dorești?"
Nu mai avea cale de întoarcere, spatele ei subțire era lipit de capul rece al patului. În acest moment, Ethan a întins două degete subțiri, i-a ridicat ușor bărbia mică, a privit-o în jos și a spus: "Scursură? Știi ce este un ticălos? Vrei să-ți explic în acțiune?"
"Ia-ți mâinile murdare de aici! Nu mă atinge! Dacă mă mai atingi, te dau în judecată!" Emily i-a pălmuit mâna cu entuziasm.
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În ochii lui profunzi, starea de spirit s-a întunecat treptat, iar el s-a aplecat, acoperindu-i gura. Dacă acela a fost un test, acesta a fost începutul ruperii. El a sărutat-o!
Emily a fost atât de șocată încât s-a oprit din respirat, ochii i s-au lărgit de groază. Ethan nu și-a închis ochii, o privea și el, ochii lui erau ca niște abisuri, dezvăluind emoții evazive. Dar ea putea să vadă clar că ochii bărbatului se înroșeau, că pofta se aprindea în ei, că erau agresivi, ca o fiară feroce care pândește o pradă gustoasă care ar putea să o sfâșie în orice moment.

Emily Young a reacționat, cum îndrăznește nenorocitul ăsta să o sărute, l-a lovit rapid cu picioarele și mâinile, "Ummm... dă-te jos de pe mine!"
În loc să-i dea drumul, Ethan Blake a forțat-o să vorbească, iar Emily și-a dat seama instantaneu ce încerca să facă și a strâns repede din dinți, fără să-l lase să scape cu asta. Acesta era primul ei sărut, nu-și putea permite să-l piardă din nou.
În acel moment, a simțit o durere ascuțită în obraji, Ethan i-a dat drumul la maxilar, și-a deschis mâna și i-a ciupit obrajii cu degetul mare și arătător, forța nu a fost ușoară, Emily a tras o gură de aer rece, i-au ieșit lacrimi și a simțit că obrajii ei erau pe cale să fie ciupiți și zdrobiți. Acest om dur!
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Ethan refuza în continuare să-i dea drumul, ochii lui adânci holbându-se la ea, colțul gurii cârligat de un zâmbet malefic, ca și cum cu cât o privea mai mult cum se zbate, cu atât se simțea mai fericit.
Emily se strădui foarte tare, își încruntă sprâncenele ca de salcie, nasul roșu. Genele ei lungi fluturau ușor, iar lacrimile de cristal alunecau de pe pielea ei albă.
Din instinct, s-a întins brusc și și-a înfășurat mâinile mici în jurul gâtului lui, iar Ethan a încremenit, surprins de schimbarea comportamentului ei, atât de blândă acum, când fusese atât de sfidătoare ca un martir cu doar câteva momente înainte. Trăsăturile lui adânci pe emergența unei urme de râs, buzele subțiri ușor cârligate: "De ce ai vrea să mă îmbrățișezi ca pe un ticălos josnic?"
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"Dar, tocmai m-ai certat, de ce ar trebui să te las să mă urmezi?" Ethan și-a ridicat sprâncenele.
"Fetele spun ce vor să spună..." a încercat ea să fie petulantă, dar tonul ei era ferm.
"Ei bine, mie nu-mi plac femeile care spun ce vor să spună!" Ethan a ridicat neputincios din umeri.
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În secunda următoare, ea și-a deschis gura și i-a mușcat colțul buzei. Cum îndrăznești să-l muști?
Ethan s-a încruntat ușor, a lovit-o cu pumnul în spate și a aruncat-o. Ceafa lui Emily s-a lovit de capul patului, durerea din fața ochilor ei scânteind stele aurii, dar ea s-a târât repede până la colțul patului, și-a ghemuit genunchii pentru a se proteja: "Să nu mai vii pe aici, sau chem poliția!"
A profitat de ocazie pentru a atinge telefonul mobil de pe noptieră, strângându-l puternic în mână.
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"Îndrăznești să mă muști? Cu siguranță ești primul." a spus Ethan cu răceală.
Frumoșii ochi negri și albi și apoși ai lui Emily îl priveau nervoși și neîncrezători: "Și dacă îndrăznești să te apropii mai mult, cu siguranță îți voi da să guști din mai multe premiere."

Mai multe premiere, nu?
Colțul gurii lui Ethan cârlige un zâmbet rece și batjocoritor: "Sincer, nu prea cred ce ai spus, vrei să facem un pariu? Chiar dacă te omor astăzi, nimeni nu va îndrăzni să îi pese de asta?"
Pupilele lui Emily au plonjat, el era cu adevărat un om arogant!
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"Să mă cucerești? Tu visezi! Nu mă voi pleca niciodată în fața unui om care mi-a ruinat inocența!"
"Nu vorbi prea mult, în caz că te faci de râs atunci." Ethan râse ușor.
"Cine naiba ești tu? Ne purtăm pică unul altuia?"
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Era ca o pisică care prinde un șoarece de jucărie, nu pentru a-l mânca, ci pentru a-l tachina mai întâi.
"Ce sunt eu?" Ethan s-a întors ușor într-o parte, holbându-se la ea, "Ce crezi că sunt?"
Emily a scuturat din cap, nu știa.
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"Nu te cunosc."
"Bine." Ethan a scuipat două cuvinte simple drept răspuns.
Frumos? Ce voia să însemne asta?
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Cu umeri largi și talie îngustă, fără urmă de grăsime în exces pe corp, un piept solid, o talie perfect curbată, abdomene de șase pachete, fiecare centimetru din musculatura lui emana sălbăticie și senzualitate.
În special partea din spate a omoplaților săi era ușor deschisă, emanând o putere intimidantă.
Cu un corp ca acesta și o față ca aceasta, nu e de mirare că spune că are o mulțime de femei după el.
DSaFcăx ar ieșiJ per străzi, toZaGtNe fUeYmGewileO s-haDr Rîbndrăgosvt.iG die yeld.
Dar Emily nu-l plăcea, chiar îl ura.
El este cel care i-a luat inocența!
Ethan îmbracă o uniformă neagră, iar ochii lui Emily sunt imediat atrași de broderia aurie de pe manșete.
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Ce naiba este el? Un militar?
În timp ce Emily încă se gândea la asta, Ethan era deja complet îmbrăcat și îmbrăcat. Îi aruncă o ultimă privire în lateral: "Sper să ne mai întâlnim."
A spus și a plecat cu un pas răsunător.

A plecat în sfârșit!
Emily Young a simțit un val de ușurare în timp ce stătea cu genunchii înfășurați în jurul ei, gândindu-se la ceea ce tocmai se întâmplase și confirmând că inocența ei fusese cu adevărat distrusă. S-a dat încet jos din pat, a mers greoi în baie și a început să facă duș.
Apa caldă a curs în jos, i-a udat tot corpul, Emily s-a frecat puternic cu prosopul de două ori, dar vânătăile lăsate de bărbat erau încă vizibile, iar corpul ei avea dureri puternice, ca și cum ar fi fost sfâșiat.
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Tatăl ei este în spital și are nevoie de mulți bani. Dacă se căsătorește cu familia Zane, va primi două milioane de dolari, iar apoi îl va putea vindeca. Merită să schimbe fericirea vieții ei pentru sănătatea și longevitatea tatălui ei.
Cu toate acestea, inima ei era în agonie.
Reputația ei de inocentă dispăruse.
EtAhanC BGl,akge...
Emily și-a îngropat fața adânc în genunchi, murmurându-i numele în agonie. Ethan, băiatul pe care îl iubise timp de doisprezece ani.
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Emily a făcut un duș rapid, și-a pus hainele pe ea și a ieșit din casă, viața mergea înainte, nu putea să se prăbușească.
În spitanlW.
"Doctore, cum este starea tatălui meu?" l-a întrebat Emily pe doctor.
"Tocmai l-am verificat pe Richard Young și starea lui continuă să se deterioreze, domnișoară Emily, aveți bani să plătiți operația, operația pe cord a domnului Richard nu mai poate fi amânată".
"Doctore, nu vă faceți griji, voi avea banii în două zile și vă puteți pregăti pentru operația pe cord."
"Blinle.^"O DoÉcqtnoFrulV aq BdGaTt& gd'i$nq Hcapt șLi ja xplewc,a.tG.
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Emily împinge ușa camerei de spital și intră, Richard Young zace pe patul de spital, cu fața palidă.
Richard Young era întins pe patul de spital, fața lui era palidă. Văzând-o pe Emily, Richard a afișat un zâmbet iubitor: "Yaoyao, ești aici?"
"Uhé, tat(ăI,R cugmH jtqeS simțiB?"
Emily s-a apropiat, și-a ajutat tatăl să se ridice și i-a pus o pernă moale pe spate.
"Sunt bine, dar Yoyo, tata te încetinește."
"Tată, despre ce vorbești, voi sunteți singura mea familie din lumea asta, trebuie să reziști, mă voi căsători cu Ethan în două zile și apoi voi putea să-ți fac operația pe inimă."
"NEmXiWlyy"p, a* spu$st RicLhSalrd llu'ândd amvâFna MsubpțBiZreR șSi dfăbrGă^ uoasÉeK (a lu&iX EmillJy. rîn) a_ Ésxa,$ "ntu vreau rscă* tHe mwărSiț'iP xcu óA&lyehxaBnódqer Zane,! AlpexAaGndxeRr 'aA Dmur!iNtó aIcOuHmf jșaise luni, tQe măwruițiW cut _un tmordt,t Rfam,i$lLi_a FZkanae nkut Wvah pPermite( aHs!tLa. UFa)milia' tZanze VnKuK-țVis va perm.ióte ysÉă StMe rFewcăQsătobrYezșt^ic. XVmihanțaO taB eqsXtée ,rUuinRaXt^ă!s"
"Tată, nu e nimic rău în a te căsători cu un mort și, oricum, nu voi iubi niciodată pe altcineva în afară de Ethan." Ea se gândea la Ethan cu un zâmbet blând pe față.
Richard a suspinat amar: "Emily, trezește-te, Ethan Blake este mort, au trecut doi ani, de ce nu accepți adevărul?"
"Tată, cum poți să spui asta, Ethan nu este mort, el doar a dispărut, pot să simt, el este încă în viață!"
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"Tată, cum poți să crezi asta?"
"Emily, ai fost cu Ethan de când erai o fetiță, dar acum doi ani, când ai împlinit optsprezece ani, am luat o decizie proastă cu privire la evacuarea unui teren guvernamental care a dus la pierderea vieții unei familii. Povestea a mocnit repede și am ajuns nu numai să nu mai fiu în funcție, ci și în închisoare, când Alexander Zane mi-a spus că mă poate ajuta dacă te căsătoresc cu el, și așa s-a întâmplat. ..."